Swing at the “End of the World” Ecuador

“With a firm push, I was airborne! I was flying! At least that’s what I felt like. The swing had a flimsy strap across the front; I wasn’t exactly harnessed in. As long as I was holding on – which I was, tightly – I wasn’t going to fall. After a few pushes and moments in which I felt weightless, the local worker slowed down my swing and I hopped off.”

“As brief as it was, I loved swinging on the Swing at the End of the World. The view was breathtaking. We were fortunate; the sky was a bit hazy but we could still see a little bit of Tungurahua Volcano in the distance. It was peaceful up there.”